All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that’s left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Chorus:
Memories they can’t be boughten
They can’t be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I don’t know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That’s why last night and this mornin’
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can’t forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweetheart’s souvenirs
Not sun-kissed and heaven sent. We're all fallen soldiers and forgotten angels, of the WAR that keeps going on for ages... Take notes because it's not going to get any better. I keep writing it, in an unsent letter. Dear hell can you save me?
Monday, April 21, 2008
Artist : John prine
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